He didn’t bother answering. Tugging it up and off over his head, he rolled it into a soggy ball and set it on the island, then grabbed a napkin and wiped the dampness that seeped through off his skin. It was doubtful she had a shirt his size to wear for the rest of the evening.
Doubtful even more she’d feel comfortable with him sitting around bare-chested while they watched another movie.
“Let me clean you up.” She whirled around to face him, the wet washcloth clutched in her hand. Her eyes widened as she drank him in, her gaze wandering over his half naked state and yep, there it was. A flare of interest, a hint of simmering heat.
“Um.” Her hand fell, hanging limp at her side. The washcloth was so drenched it dripped water on the floor. “You, uh…you took off your shirt.”
“It was covered in salsa.”
She took a step toward him. “I’m sorry.”
Evan smiled. She looked ready to pounce on him. And if that was the case, he didn’t want her to apologize. “It’s no big deal.”
“I can wash it for you.” She waved a hand toward a doorway to the right. He saw the washer and dryer within the tiny space and figured it was the laundry room. “So you’ll have a shirt to wear when you leave.”
“How long will that take?”
Her gaze met his once more, her brown eyes wide and unfathomable. “Um, a couple of hours, tops.”
“I’ve got all night,” he drawled.
Her cheeks flushed and she came closer, reaching for the balled up T-shirt on the island. Her breasts brushed his bare arm, a fleeting touch that had him reacting in an instant. Hard cock, tight skin, heat flashing through his veins.
Curling his hand around her upper arm, he stopped her. She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his and he tugged her closer. “I don’t want to watch another movie,” he whispered.
; She visibly swallowed. “What do you want to do?”
“Come here and I’ll show you.” Yeah, his patience was flying right out the window.
The washcloth fell to the floor with a loud plop and he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so she sat on the edge of the island. She shrieked when he picked her up, her hands settling on his shoulders, fingers curling into his skin. He savored the caress, the way she felt in his arms.
If she didn’t watch it, he’d take her right where she sat. They were in perfect position and he could imagine his hands clutching the edge of the counter, his cock slamming into her again and again as she writhed naked on the cold, hard granite countertop…
Her lips parted and before she could utter a word he kissed her. Her lips were soft, hot and wet against his, and she tasted so damn good he gave a rough sound of pleasure when her tongue snuck into his mouth. He tightened his arms around her slender waist, his hands sprawled wide across her back and he tugged her closer. She slid toward him easily across the slick granite surface, and she shivered against him.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he murmured against her neck after he broke their kiss. He nuzzled her there, absorbing her softness, her sweet, slightly musky scent.
She wound her arms around his neck, her hands sinking into his hair. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me too.”
They’d wasted at least two hours when they could’ve been doing this from the start. “Did you spill the salsa on purpose?”
“No.” She tugged on his hair so he had no choice but to meet her gaze once more. “I would never do that. You must think I’m a complete idiot though.”
“Not at all.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her nose. “But it was a smart tactic.”
Before she could protest he slanted his mouth over hers again, consuming her. He slipped his hands underneath her shirt, encountering bare, smooth flesh and he stroked her flat stomach, felt an unmistakable tremble move through her.
Did she only want kisses? He wanted to give her so much more. She felt so good in his arms, her hot little body leaning toward him, her fingers tight in his hair. Their tongues tangled, her hands slid down his pecs, across his stomach and his cock twitched in response.
“Watch it,” he warned when he pulled away from her to catch his breath. “I’m hanging on the edge here.”
She smiled shyly, a complete contrast to her sly fingers wreaking havoc as they stroked down his stomach. His entire body quivered at her touch, and he released a shuddering breath when she curled her hand around the waistband of his jeans. Her knuckles brushed against the sensitive flesh of his lower belly and his cock surged in response.
“Morgan. Sweetheart.” He tried to jerk away but her grip was surprisingly firm. “If you don’t stop those wandering hands we might have a problem.”
“Oh?” She met his gaze, all coy seductress and his brows rose. This was quite different from the responsive yet full of regret woman he had in his truck last night.